Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.